Who You Looking At?

I woke up this morning, eager to sit down at my computer and write today's post.  But there was a problem.  My muse was copping an attitude.  Staring back at me from the blank screen as if to say WHO YOU LOOKING AT?  He didn't feel like talking to me and I knew I might be in trouble.

So I argued with my muse.  He wanted to know why I'm always coming to him for the answers to my writer's questions?  Why did I always expect HIM to be the one to bring order to chaos?  Why can't I, for once, do this writing thing on my own?

Then my muse laughed at me.  Thought he was in control of my writer's fate.  I knew I had to teach him a lesson.  So I pulled out the big guns.  I told my muse that I had been working hard on learning how to be the best writer I can be.  That I had the wisdom of others who came before me and the support of writer friends all around me as I traveled this path to publication.  While I wanted my muse with me,  I was still willing to go this way all alone because I had faith in my own ability to stay true to my dreams.  I stood strong and let him know that I could do this!

Suddenly, my muse didn't feel so confident.  He knew he couldn't trick me into doubting myself.  There was even a risk that he would be kicked to the curb and some other muse might take his place.  As he looked at me with those big brown eyes I knew who was the victor.  We both had learned a lesson today, and there was only one more thing I had to say to him before I sat down to write.

Don't make me come over there...